All language subtitles for The Onedin Line S07e05 To Honour And Obey

She's a fine ship, guv. Better when she
works.

Is there a chance for a burp?

Said it before, have you? On the barges,
guv. There's never blue light.

Never blue light. Run away for old, did
you?

I'm from business.

Street trading.

And for that, I was a doctor by an ardo.

Where are you now?

I can read and write, guv.

I'm an ardo's boy. I shouldn't run as
you can.

You'll make no more than you keep, mate.

Yes, guv. Jack of all trades.

Cabin boy, Scully.

Ships and sailmakers, mate.

Well, Thomas, I'm a dog's body at your
service, guv.

Dogs bone more luggage, a little skip.

As you please, Doctor.

Call me Master.

Governors are for prisons and colonies.

Aye, Master.

Send me the money.

I hope no one ate on until the owner has
got a cargo for us.

Signor Onitin.

De Silva.

Fruit. Correct.

Your schooner, the one presently
clearing cargo at number 10 Wharf.

Cleared an hour gone.

And so ready to make passage for the
Azores.

She'll outfly those sulkum schooners
that you've been using.

Confirm that and you have a contract for
the season, one guinea per ton.

For the full season?

When you have proved her paces.

She'll sail on the tide.

And I shall make passage with her.

How's that?

Thirty years in England.

Time to leave my son Eduardo in charge
here.

Oh, I see. So the contract will be with
your son? With me, senor.

With me.

If you ship me and my possessions, my
few possessions.

Oh, and how many is few?

Oh, seven, eight cases.

To cross your tidy bit, you know, to
ship that lot with a mail steamer. The

value of my contract.

Any Salacum's keeper would be... All
right, all right. Free passage.

Good. Oh, please.

Special security for my possession.

Special? You're thieving British seamen.
Nobody thieves on board my ship.

Baines?

Captain Baines, sir.

Ah, yes, sir.

Torser to sail on the tide, aid to the
Azores.

Fruit? Oh, and eight cases to be kept
under special locking key. You can knock

up a petition in the corner of the hold.

Satisfied? Bon. Right.

Well, sir, I shall see you on board the
ship.

Obrigado, senor.

Doesn't he trust us?

Portuguese? He giving you a contract for
the season?

I'll have it signed before we put him
ashore upon to Delgado.

We? Something to the fruit trade, sir.

I'll log as fast a time out as ever you
will.

Maybe so.

Well, then who's going to be master, you
or me?

Why would you like to stay on shore?
Keep yourself company.

Oh, Seth will manage handily enough
alone. Hopefully Clark's ticket first

is Seth's.

So, got complaints, have we? Just
wondering about my ship.

You mean those boilers aren't fitted
yet? They haven't even arrived.

What?

But I told you weeks ago to get it
sorted.

I know, I know. I've written to him
twice.

Written?

Look, you get yourself to Barrow and
Furness personally.

Get off your backside.

Do something useful like a partner
should. Damn it, Mr. Amito. You damn it.

you see to it that that steam tub of
yours is ready to sell when we come back

next month?

It must be three years since we last
met, Mr. Jarvis. Aye, all of that.

Caribbean it was.

You were heading home with a black
pearl.

Aye, good times.

Well, what do you think of it? Well, I
reckon when you've got those boilers

fitted, she'll be as good as new.

And a lot of work on her.

Must have cost you a bob or two.

Well, I've got a partner now.

What? But she was all yours.

Aye, so she was.

Hard times, eh?

Who have you rode in with?

Oneiden line.

James Oneiden?

You'll have the shirt off your back
before you know it. Don't you get a shot

him?

I only wish I could.

Worst day's work I ever did going in
with him.

Fits me like some damned errand boy, not
a partner.

Here was I hoping you'd have need of a
first mate.

Will happen, I will.

Six or seven weeks, maybe.

Not if O 'Neden has any say in it.

We didn't exactly part in the best of
terms, him and me.

As master of this ship, I choose my own
crew, Mr. Jarvis.

Not while O 'Neden's your partner, you
won't.

Still, thanks for the drink.

Why, she's a fine ship.

Pity you lost her.

When does Uncle James leave?

On the next tide.

This time the adorned.

He's not one to swallow the anchor.

Stubborn. Like his daughter.

About these bills of sale.

No, sir.

About Charlotte.

Look, Aunt Lettie, I know you mean well.
But you don't want me poking my nose

in, is that it?

No.

No, it's just that I feel I should be
able to deal with Charlotte on my own.

Sometimes it does help to talk about
things, you know, Samuel.

Aye.

You know, sometimes I think there's too
much of my father in me.

I catch myself being pompous, stuffy.

I think she brings it out in me.

And when that happens, it's... Yes?

It's almost as if she doesn't even like
me.

Oh, Samuel.

No, really.

Maybe she thinks you're being
overcritical.

Perhaps you don't give her enough
freedom.

After all, she is a no -need -in.

Freedom?

But she has a nanny for the children,
servants to run the house. What more can

she want?

Perhaps an allowance.

The means of her own.

Cash. Well, Samuel, she is tied to you
for everything, bar the air she

Give her enough to make her feel that
she's someone in her own right.

Mrs. O 'Neill.

Mr. Burgess.

Light on gallantry this morning.

Forgive me.

A bad day.

My father, no doubt.

My father doesn't always win.

No.

He certainly didn't in Cape Town.

His last trip, he didn't say.

No, he wouldn't.

He was bested over a cargo of unlisted
guns.

Well, he is due to be bested again.

A deal he's looking for from my husband.

The contractors supply the bunkering
stations.

Going to Fraser's.

Or to anyone else with a reliable
steamer for charting, Mr. Burgess. Of

owns half. Even so, I fancy you and
Samuel should meet on it.

Half shares can be bought.

Grind it up.

As soon as I can arrange it.

They make men live like sewer rats.

For some items.

Ned Harris, Glasgow McDade.

Reporting for duty.

I want no trouble this trip, McDade.

You hear that, Ned?

Wilson wants no trouble this trip.

The owner's shipping with us. Author,
passenger.

So you'd best look for your galley.

Owner, you say?

I'll be here, that lad. Give me some
handy pickings on the go.

Like what?

Like grog.

That's like what?

Three thousand pounds?

Cash? Well, credit up to three thousand.
Credit with the bank.

But I'm not thanking you for drawing it
all out in one go.

Samuel.

Also, these.

Registered in your name as of this
morning.

A needle in my chest?

Fifteen percent of the total.

My... my dowry.

As was.

Now your own.

Why, Samuel?

What's it about?

You, lass.

It'll give you a sense of freedom.

And you'll have to make a few more of
your own decisions.

But... But so much.

Mark of respect.

Now then, tomorrow, London, first train,
the exhibition.

What? Exhibition of inventions. You said
you wanted to see it. Oh, yes, yes, I

do. Well, now, I'll take you. No, no,
not tomorrow. Maybe next week. No, now,

tomorrow. I'd like to. I really would.
But if you remember, I do have an

appointment. Well, they can't believe.

No, I can't.

It's to do with Aunt Leckie's flock
work. There's some query from the

accountants. Put them off. It won't be
the end of the world.

Charlotte, I know you've no head for
business, but what with all this money

just given you, I'm stretched to the
limit.

Now, I'm sorry, but I have to be on that
Manchester train this evening.

This evening?

And I've asked that Mr Burgess around
especially to meet you.

That fellow in Uncle James's office?

Tonight. Especially.

Don't worry, we can invite him some
other time.

I'm sorry, Charlotte, but business comes
first.

Fancy, you there!

That's Ralph Houghton.

Well, lad, see you within the month, eh?

Don't forget, traveling is the owner,
not the master.

But don't you cross with Will Gaines
now.

His friendship is worth more than a load
of lemons.

Aye. Well, don't wait for me.

I will.

I will.

Now, goodbye to England, eh?

You'll have Mr. Needle on his company,
sir.

Oh, is that so?

I'm afraid company will be as little use
to me as food.

You poor sailors... Stop standing off,
Captain.

We're waiting for you, sir.

Long as all snow to your liking is over.

Ah, falling.

Should be in for a sprightly run.

I'm looking forward to meeting your
husband.

Oh.

Well...

Samuel suggested you come this evening,
so I sent you the note.

And within the hour, a wretched telegram
called him off to Manchester.

No, I thought, he's a bachelor gay,
neglects his food.

Let him come all the same and sing me
some sea songs.

Just the thimble.

I've no head for it.

I'd already found out the girl's name. I
popped her brother and asked her after

my intention.

Here, boy.

See if her passenger will take some
brand.

Please. Yeah.

My best vintage, is that?

Well, the passenger's not rubbish,
neither.

Ah, and then, uh... What was that Welsh
hussy, eh?

I guess she really said a cab of meat.

Leave me like... Oh, no, go away!

Right, Elgar.

You're no fool, are you?

Oh, I still could marry someday, though.

There's a good real life.

Not with the owner on board.

Ah, shall we?

There's no God Almighty.

No. The Almighty is just and merciful.

See, the bosom's got ideas above
himself.

No more than just the honest men
respected for their work.

Respect?

They are mine and never from this I'll
part.

A voice fit for the stage, sir.

Where I yet may end the way things look.

It's true. Working as your father's
office boy, I've seen the light.

Realised I'm not half ruthless enough
for the harsh world of commerce.

You both have ambition.

But my father's driven by pride.

You by the spirit of adventure.

Which is the more worthy?

The more desirable?

Time I was roomed away.

We got here.

Ah, very handy.

I thought we were sticking for ladies.

Oh, there's more than one kind of that.

You ask yourself, Tom, why's all this
locked up and secure?

I don't know.

What do you reckon, crown jewels?

Could be some handy fittings that
nobody'd miss.

Marla!

It's flying up.

What are you doing?

They don't perceive it's that.

We'll have to come down again and fix
it, won't we?

Family possessions of the daigle.

Straight through the other side of that
bulkhead.

Right for the pickings.

I'm going to be missed the moment we
jock a Pont de Delgada.

Not with the help of the wee fella here.

See, he steals us the keys from the
master's cupboard.

Gets them tomorrow when I'm down there
to caulk your unseen.

We unlock.

Unscrew the lids.

Sip through for this and that. They'll
be missed.

Not if the crates are screwed down neat
and proper like they were before.

Strongholds relocked.

Keys back in the master's cupboard.

Crates unloaded after we dock.

We nip ashore and trade the pickings.

Sounds fair, Glasgow.

A thing of pure beauty. Not for me.

You'll see it yourself!

Else the master might get heat of all
that fine brandy you've been selling us.

Selling, but I've not been selling...
You're both against us!

Night -night! Aye, Glasgow.

It ain't quite that.

You're saying she's under man?

I am.

There are four of you.

Two A .B .s are cooking a bite.

She's not exactly a tea clipper.

One hand for each 50 tons of recognized
burden.

Heard that.

Regulations set out by the Insurance
Society.

Well, Mr. Leedon don't bother with no
insurance.

He bothers with the window, all right.
Forever carrying on more cameras than

safe.

Saving under O 'Neill's law, are we?

No, under William Bain's law.

Honor and obey.

Now you watch your hell, Martha.

You're surely not serious.

I surely am.

Come and live here.

Share the house with you.

Convivial, economical, practical.

Two single women, both maintaining
costly households, each easy in the

of the other.

Come here.

Come and keep me company.

Hmm. There are nonetheless, Elizabeth,
certain areas over which we are still at

variance. To say the least. So, what
shall it be, the orangery or the gazebo?

My dear? Well, I take it he does need
darkness.

Hmm? We could have shutters fitted to
the gazebo.

I don't understand.

For his seances.

You're a spiritualist friend.

Oh, you mean Mr. Pilgrim.

Really, Elizabeth, you shouldn't mock.

My dear Sarah, I am altogether just
anxious to welcome you.

Oh, dear.

There are so many things to review.

There's the house.

Oh, and I'm due to take the waters of
the mouth for a start. Very well. After

that.

Well, what about you? Your social
activities?

Oh, nothing.

My life is one of almost unvaried
blandness.

Oh, it's true.

Apart from the office and certain
business activities, I... Mr. Oakeshott

Lees is called Milady.

What does he want, Ladwin? He has a
riding coat for you, Milady.

A riding coat?

Obviously from Daniel, how kind and
thoughtful.

No, Sarah, it is neither kind nor
thoughtful.

Very well, Gladwin, show Mr. Oakshot in.

I shall simply send it back with a
message to Daniel. Send it back? But

For a month after we parted, Sarah, he
sent me flowers daily.

Eventually they stopped, but now this.

Well, don't you see, if I accept this
gift, I'm simply giving him false hope.

Lady Fogarty, Mrs. Dornier, I shall keep
my intrusion short.

Shorter? I don't want it.

See it first, your ladyship.

Very elegant, I grant you, but since I
neither ordered nor need write... The

gentleman insisted on the very latest
styling.

It's exquisite. At least to Mr. Oakshott
there's courtesy of trying this on.

Please. Under no circumstance.

His lordship did anticipate some
resistance, but then...

Viscount Marston, the lady.

The Viscount Marston?

Uniquely so, I fancy, ma 'am. But
surely... Viscount by title, perhaps,

the manners of a bog trotter.

Oh, forgive me, sir.

Only if you... Yes, I forgot to tell you
about that, Sarah. It was when I was

out driving.

I'd stopped to water that new gelding of
mine when...

All of a sudden, out of the blue, this
madman comes charging across the ford.

The fellow all but ran me down.

Completely spattered me with mud.

It was most unmannerly. Said to offer
this, your ladyship, to make amends.

And fittingly enough at that.

Well, I never told Marsden, one of the
most eligible men in the north of

England. No, my dear, it is altogether
out of the question.

What is?

If this is your unvaried blandness,

dream of intruding upon it.

Adams.

Been listening to that socialist rogue,
Avlock Wilson.

Ought to be put on public trial for
incitement.

Wilson has every right to speak his
ideas.

Ideas? Poison?

Poisoning the minds of honest folks,
Adams.

And don't you go defending him.

I've heard him whining to you about
undermanning and crowding sale.

You, boy.

Yeah.

Come on.

Now, what do you think about conditions
on this ship, eh? You can speak freely.

Any complaints?

None, sir.

Nor hardly would I.

What about our righteous boss and Adams,
eh?

Do you hold with his talk?

No, sir.

He needed like the best out of
Liverpool, sir.

I mean, it's like I've come to the
master for a place.

The best?

I wouldn't want a learning steam on
that, sir.

Want to be a real sailor? The master's
ticket time will turn 21, sir.

Boy, he reckons he can read and write.

More than some masters I know could at
his age.

Well, go on, get out.

Hey, hey, how about a passenger then?
Still soothing his guts on my brandy?

sir, he's taken against everything he
has now.

Best hope he don't take again your fruit
contract and all.

Hey, Doc.

Down there now.

I don't think we ought to go. You do as
you're told or else you're for it.

All right.

That's fine, sir.

Hey, boy!

You damn fool.

It's me, Peter.

You tell that to Nathan.

Yes.

Come like you destroy us, McDade. You
bring us to shame and shame. Shame, you

say? Tell me ten shillings a week isn't
a shame.

The day you socialists won us a living
wage, I'll stop you.

You're stopped already.

You're finished.

No.

His legs.

You

stay.

He's done for.

There's only one place left for him now.

Good boy!

Stop him, Ned!

Stop him!

Just about had my fill of that young
upstart I have.

He does seem a shade of light on
Ballast.

It's a dreamer.

This is all set to become another Samuel
Cunard overnight.

I could have shipped him course. Mr.
Lennon!

Mr. Lennon, sir, it's a motion.

Motion's over, sir.

Put her about, then. Put her about.

Hit the strain while I'm lashing.

More helm, Harris. I don't want her
caught in iron.

People that talk to me.

Adam was drunk, came after you. I
stopped him.

First thing, down the hole for those
keys.

And remember, you're in it as deep as we
are now.

They got him, by the look of it.

McDade, you and the boy to the saloon.

Raging drunk, sir.

Adams?

Now, don't you get foul of me, McDade.

Well, truth it is, sir.

See, it was the lad here.

Eh?

Adams was listening after him.

What, because of the drink?

Aye. Went for him like a wild animal.
Right, lad?

Aye. The boatswain went for you?

Aye, chased him up the deck, laid into
him with a pin.

Is that right, boy? Yes, master.

Well, that's when I went after him. Me
and then Ned Harris.

Raging he was.

We've had Ned overboard if I hadn't gone
first with Amala.

And then?

Well, that's how he fell, sir.

From your blow with Amala, I suppose.

We was protecting the voice, sir. Him or
us.

That's Ned.

I will have no doubts on that.

Will you swear oath on it?

Only in the Bible, sir.

In the Bible.

I swear to Almighty God.

Aye, sir.

Now you swear proper.

I swear to God.

Oh, get out.

That boy's lying.

Not getting to tell tales against his
folks, old mate.

Folks all threaten us more like.

What should they lie?

Well, Adams may have been a damn plague,
but he was no grong man.

Nor one to go stupid over a slip of a
boy like that.

But don't dig into that or you'll leave
us with no answer at all.

Well, we'll have to blister our own,
won't we, sir?

And I'm going to have a good rummage
around this ship.

And that old facade.

All right, then. Do me a favor and I'll
thank you to wait until we...

Sightly as ours, eh?

So you went back and picked him up,
then?

Don't you ever creep up on me like that
again, boy!

I can't help if I'm light -footed, can
I?

Right.

You keep your eye open while I store the
rest.

See, boy, put the keys back.

No, not yet.

I told you to put them back.

You haven't had a chance yet, have I?

Look, boy, you go and put those keys
back right now.

Oh, by the meantime, I've got to wait
until this loon's empty.

If they find those keys, they're
missing. I'm looking at seven bells.

them down some teeth.

I'm going to try and put them back then.

Try?

Oh, you'd better do better than that.

Look, Elizabeth, it's a very interesting
proposition.

We shall be ideal company, Sarah and I.

I'm sure.

And Mr.

Pilgrim is to be banished to the gazebo,
I hear.

Well, now, where is this famous riding
coat?

Oh, there, on that tongue of hers.

Well, she always did say more than her
prayers.

Indeed.

Least? The dashing vicar must have
offended. A man of taste, if impulsive.

Yes.

Like you, I'm not the only one in the
family to be dressed by lease.

Oh?

Charlotte.

Really? A whole new outfit.

Still, it's hardly surprising, Samuel
lavishing all that money on her.

Oh? Well, haven't you heard?

Three thousand pounds and his Oneidian
shares.

But she... Well, I called this morning,
really, to see young Robert.

Charlotte was in the middle of her
fitting. Naturally, I remarked on the

expense, and she told me. Bold as brass.

£3 ,000?

What I can't understand is how Samuel
could have done such an ill -advised

thing.

Why, Mr. Burgess, how misfortunate.

Well? I saw it coming, Mr. Burgess.

That

was

tactless of me. I should have driven
past.

Why?

The groom.

But we have nothing to hide.

Have we?

Servants gossip just the same.

Your husband could misread it.

Whatever the truth.

Might remind him it's no mere chattel
he's married to, but a woman.

Are you by any chance using me,
Charlotte?

Sir. If so, I have to tell you, I'd not
take that kindly.

And I intend to get to the bottom of it.

Do you like tea, gentlemen?

You lie, boy.

No, master.

It was like McDade said.

In fact, sir. That bosun never drank in
his life. He did in the post, master. He

drank then.

And came after you?

Like I said.

McDade threatened you, didn't he? With
his friend, Harris.

Yes, sir. But it's me you want to fear
most, boy. And this.

How with them two swabs, you tell the
truth.

I did, Ma.

Oh, go on, get her.

What's funny?

Man's killed on one of your ships and
all the hands lying to you?

Ah, you're not so dim.

He's a hard lad.

Fashioned by hard starter lines. Oh,
he's not the only one. Ah, but he's

me sharp.

With the bow bells in his head.

Well, he should have had more wit than
to shield a no -good like Glasgow

Fancy a bit of work, that.

Except for the blood in it.

There's no other way.

Him or us.

Yeah, but there are other ways of doing
things.

Look, you talk like a righteous fool.

I ain't blaming you.

Just the same, I'm off this ship as soon
as ever I can.

How are you going to strip your cable?

I'm going to drink a pint of Delgada
tomorrow. I'm off.

There's your share.

Help me in your way. You're a mate,
Glasgow.

Well, we've got to stick together.

Charlotte, are you saying that your
husband, without any rhyme or reason,

gave you 3 ,000 pounds?

Yes.

But why?

He said it was a mark of respect for me.

Three thousand pounds, eh?

Did he impose any condition as to how
you should spend the money?

No. He simply said I should make my own
decisions.

Ah, yes, very wise.

Yes, how clever of him.

How do you mean, clever?

Well, don't you see?

At the moment, you have no interest in
business whatsoever.

Now, he obviously hopes that you will
invest this money in some worthwhile

venture, thereby fostering interest in
business.

I never thought of it like that.

But, yes, you could be... Now, the
question is, what should you invest in?

Obviously, something of which you have
some knowledge.

Shipping, for instance.

Well, yes, I do know a little about
that. But it must be a sound investment.

And, of course, you must be able to
trust the people concerned.

Yes.

Ideally, you want to go into
partnership.

Oh, dear.

What a pity you ever spoke to your
husband about the black pearl.

Why? Well, don't you see?

Now I'm honour bound to offer him that
half share in the black pearl.

Would have been a golden opportunity for
you, Charlotte.

But it still can be said.

I haven't had a chance to talk to him.

Really?

Now, that is fortunate.

My word.

Charlotte O 'Neden in shipping.

Wouldn't that surprise everyone?

Yes, wouldn't it?

How much would it cost?

Well, now, let's see.

1 ,200 for the half share.

Say, 800 for the refitting.

Yes. 2 ,000 pounds.

That would make you half owner of the
Black Pearl.

2 ,000 pounds?

Turn a tidy profit in steam.

10 % a year at least.

And we'd have a proper contract drawn
up.

But of course.

Everything legal and correct.

Well, then I'll do it.

You've made a very wise decision,
Charlotte.

And who knows?

With good fortune, you might even be
able to buy a few more of these shares.

And what shares are those?

The Oneiden line.

I own 15%. Do you now?

Welcome aboard, partner.

My accountants reckon you deceive me,
Aunt Lettie.

Did they?

You sold me that factory on the strength
of last year's accounts.

Nothing wrong with those. Oh, no, but
there is a new agreement with your

workers. You knew?

You said it was the talk of the Chamber
of Commerce. The wages increased, but

you didn't tell me about the other
things, did you?

Oh, well, the agreement wasn't signed
then, Samuel. Reduced hours, free meals,

outings. I wonder you didn't throw in
full board and keep while you were about

it.

That agreement... It's as straight as
Sunday.

Aye.

They don't work on Sunday, though, do
they?

Anyway, I've set the remedy.

You've not dropped that penny an hour.

No, I've not. I should have.

But I've told McGahee to get them back
on full hours. Oh, stop. No, I've got

orders to fill. I'm not in business with
Charlotte.

How's Charlotte?

What?

Well, you're very generous towards her,
by all accounts.

Three thousand in her dowry shares.

Has Charlotte been here? Oh, never mind
how I know.

It's too much, Samuel.

Well, you were the one who told me to...
Oh, allow the filly that are under the

paddock, I said.

I'll turn her loose on the common.

No more than my father did for mother.

Yes, well, that says maybe, but
Charlotte is not Sarah.

I don't see the difference.

Sarah has no pedigree for... For what?

For philandering.

Aunt Lettie... Now, look, Samuel.

I'm simply saying that a fortune like
that is too much cash for the girl of

spirit.

Make her own decisions, you say? Oh,
why, and her own mistakes, too, at this

price.

An allowance of two or three pounds a
month was all I meant.

Hmm.

Ah, well, I'm not a man to go back on my
word, Aunt Lettie.

Mr Jarvis!

I'm below, Captain Burgess.

Got my note, then.

Aye. Just the boat is trying for a
Swansea cooler. What's this all about?

Just come from the solicitors.

The black pearl's mine.

What happened? The rich aunt died and
you... I've got a new partner now.

You just said she was yours.

As good as.

Listen, my new partner is a young lady
with more money than sense.

Knows little of the sea. Even less about
business.

Clever. And how did you convince O
'Neill to sell?

I haven't yet.

But I will.

As soon as he gets back.

Then I'm off.

Mediterranean.

Red Sea.

Through to the Pacific.

Are you on? When do you sell?

A month.

No more.

Costs money waiting.

Long time for weeks.

What happens to your lady friend?

Do you slip her along with the cable?

No, no.

Fair play, Mr Jarvis.

Reckon I'll send her a few pounds from
time to time, just to keep her happy.

Might even send her back a parrot.

Sorry, sir.

What are you up to at this hour?

Oh, I was just practising.

See how Mr Perry is a teacher by and by,
though. He does always be sure and

practises our letters.

I'm sorry, Mr Anita.

The fate of Bosun Adams was...

Was what?

Terrible to see.

Lando, land on the port valve.

Well done, too.

Glasgow.

Have you seen that boy?

Mr. Neaton's calling for him. Not a sign
since we docked.

Mr. Needham won't like that.

Let me catch a sign there.

The slowest voyage of my life.

If you'd once shown your nose on deck,
you'd have noticed that we were beating

against a Sarwesterly all the way.

So, where's that cabin boy?

Gone, sir.

Searched him to stern, but not a smell
of him.

Eh? I reckon he skipped off.

I thought as much.

Did you know...

Left in my cabin.

How about his slots?

Take those with him, too?

Couldn't say for sure, sir.

Care to take a look, Captain?

I'll deal with that.

What do you think about this contract
now?

Fancy we should check on some of your
belongings.

They are all unloaded. It happened one
or two choice items might have been left

here.

It's gone.

Everything he owned.

And some of yours along with it, I
shouldn't wonder.

Aye, young jade.

Take a look and see.

Police are on their way, Captain Bates.

Police, sir.

Aye, um... Our passenger had some items
pilfered from his belongings.

Aye, that boy?

Certainly how it looks. He was pilfering
the crates while you were down in the

hold caulking, I shouldn't wonder.

Well, not as I saw him, sir. No, nor
Bosun Adams.

Sir? Well, maybe Bosun Adams chanced
down the hole while the pilfering was in

progress, caught the thief red -handed,
and paid the price for his vigilance.

He was drunk, sir, chasing the boy like
we said.

Oh, he's not half a boy.

Puts it at all.

Oh, of course he wouldn't, sir. Not if
he was a thief. You know, he's bound to

tell it different.

Ah.

That's because McDade was doing the
thieving with you and the boy drawn into

Never.

You deny killing Bosun Adams?

Course I do.

Ah. Oh, then maybe you wouldn't mind the
captain here going through your sea

chest. Oh, go ahead.

Nice pair of coats of rags we got here,
sir.

Well, you sound of honour, Liverpool.

A gross error of misjudgment, I'd say.

Ha!

I thought you wouldn't have got far.

Go on, then. Get your slops.

There they go.

Your two mates.

For the drop, I shouldn't wonder.
They're no mates of mine. Of course they

Let's just hope you've learnt a lesson
from this old ugly business.

Yes, sir.

Leading a lesson in spelling and all.

Alice has an H in it, for a start.

Right, repeat after me. Harris. Harris.
Harris has an ace. Harris has an ace.

That's my boss.

Sign, pleaser.

Born for the full season.

Born. Multi -obrigato, senor.

So, what's so multi -obrigato, eh?

Satisfying Mr.

De Silva's worries about your fruit
contract.

Oh, hey, this calls for a drink, De
Silva, the friendly lad. No, no, not for

Gout from your English pool.

Eh? No drink.

Never. What about those two bottles that
the boy brought you, eh?

Pardon?

My... Excuse me.

Dear boy, I want you... With your
respect, Mr. O 'Neill, we have some

to think of. Oh, what problems?

Mr. De Silva's fruit will be loaded and
ready for the tide, and there's no crew

but the three of us. Two of us. Thee and
me.

Three I said and three I meant.

Eh?

Well, we need someone to handle that to
Garland on the home run.

Fancy you could better the way that boy
skipped up there, do you?

We'll have to beat that Brandy lot up.

Why won't none of us have no time for
Brandy if we're to beat them Sorkham

schooners for speed?

We will.

On the next tide.

The chase is set, Master.

Let's take him to home, Captain!